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The Culture Of The United States Has Flooded The World. It's The Inevitable Result Of A Powerful Culture, Art. We've Got An Instinctive Touch When It Comes To The Popular Mind Because We've Had No Aristocracy. It Is A Democratic Country. And We Know Without Knowing It, Without Bothering To Understand It, How To Reach Ordinary People, Sometimes With The Most Vulgar, Worthless Junk On The Face Of The Earth, But We Know How To Do It [laughter].

-Arthur Miller

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Arthur Miller

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The Culture Of The United States Has Flooded The World. It's The Inevitable Result Of A Powerful Culture, Art. We've Got An Instinctive Touch When It Comes To The Popular Mind Because We've Had No Aristocracy. It Is A Democratic Country. And We Know Without Knowing It, Without Bothering To Understand It, How To Reach Ordinary People, Sometimes With The Most Vulgar, Worthless Junk On The Face Of The Earth, But We Know How To Do It [laughter].

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Great Stones They Lay Upon His Chest Until He Plead Aye Or Nay. They Say He Give Them But Two Words. "more Weight," He Says. And Died.

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Jerusalem Is ... The Fabled City Which For The Western Mind Is As Much Dream As Stone ... A Compressed Symbol Of Our Most Sublime Aspirations Along With Our Most Disgusting, Hatefully Brainless Excursions Into Religious Bigotry And Fratricide.

The Only Thing You Got In This World Is What You Can Sell. And The Funny Thing Is That You're A Salesman, And You Don't Know That.

Suicide Kills Two People.

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For The Political World, I Have Come To Believe, Is Fundamentally Beyond Anyone's Control, Yet We All Go On As Though It Were A Kind Of Vehicle That Only Needs A Change Of Drivers In Order To Steer It Away From Its Frequent Hair-raising Visits To The Edge Of The Cliff.

I Figure I've Done What I Could Do, More Or Less, And Now I'm Going Back To Being A Chemical; All We Are Is A Lot Of Talking Nitrogen, You Know.

Flight Reservation Systems Decide Whether Or Not You Exist. If Your Information Isn't In Their Database, Then You Simply Don't Get To Go Anywhere.

Witch-hunts Are Always Spooked By Women's Horrifying Sexuality Awakened By The Superstud Devil.

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If You Complain Of People Being Shot Down In The Streets, Of The Absence Of Communication Or Social Responsibility, Of The Rise Of Everyday Violence Which People Have Become Accustomed To, And The Dehumanization Of Feelings, Then The Ultimate Development On An Organized Social Level Is The Concentration Camp... The Concentration Camp Is The Final Expression Of Human Separateness And Its Ultimate Consequence. It Is Organized Abandonment.

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When The Guns Roar, The Arts Die.

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Success, Instead Of Giving Freedom Of Choice, Becomes A Way Of Life. There's No Country I've Been To Where People, When You Come Into A Room And Sit Down With Them, So Often Ask You, "what Do You Do?" And, Being American, Many's The Time I've Almost Asked That Question, Then Realized It's Good For My Soul Not To Know. For A While! Just To Let The Evening Wear On And See What I Think Of This Person Without Knowing What He Does And How Successful He Is, Or What A Failure. We're Ranking Everybody Every Minute Of The Day.

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Without Alienation, There Can Be No Politics.

Whether For Good Or Evil, It Is Sadly Inevitable That All Political Leadership Requires The Artifices Of Theatrical Illusion. In The Politics Of A Democracy, The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Is Often A Crooked Line.

I Realized What A Ridiculous Lie My Whole Life Has Been.

The Camera Has Its Own Kind Of Consciousness; In The Lens The Garden Of Eden Itself Would Become Ever So Slightly Too Perfect.

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The Job Is To Ask Questions - It Always Was - And To Ask Them As Inexorably As I Can. And To Face The Absence Of Precise Answers With A Certain Humility.

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A Genuine Invention In The Realm Of Ideas Must First Emerge As An Abstruse And Even Partial Concept? At First Blusha New Idea Appearstobe Verycloseto Insanity Because To Be New It Must Reverse Important Basic Beliefs And Assumptions Which, In Turn, Have Been Institutionalized And Are Administered By One Or Another Kind Of Priesthood With A Vested Interest In An Old Idea.

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There Is Unquestionably A Contradiction Between An Efficient Technological Machine And The Flowering Of Human Nature, Of The Human Personality.

A Little Man Makes A Mistake And They Hang Him By The Thumbs; The Big Ones Become Ambassadors.

I Believe In Work. If Somebody Doesn't Create Something, However Small It May Be, He Gets Sick. An Awful Lot Of People Feel That They're Treading Water -- That If They Vanished In Smoke, It Wouldn't Mean Anything At All In This World. And That's A Despairing And Destructive Feeling. It'll Kill You.

An Idol Tells People Exactly What To Believe, God Presents Them With Choices They Have To Make For Themselves. The Difference Is Far From Insignificant; Before The Idol Men Remain Dependent Children, Before God They Are Burdened And At The Same Time Liberated To Participate In The Decisions Of Endless Creation.

I Think It's A Mistake To Ever Look For Hope Outside Of One's Self.

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You Cant Get Very Far In This World Without Your Dossier Being There First.

If I See An Ending, I Can Work Backward.

A Good Newspaper, I Suppose, Is A Nation Talking To Itself.

Rise Early. Write. Disappoint Your Sons. Read The Newspaper. Go To Bed Early. Success.

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Tragedy Enlightens - And It Must, In That It Points The Heroic Finger At The Enemy Of Man's Freedom. The Thrust For Freedom Is The Quality In Tragedy Which Exalts. The Revolutionary Questioning Of The Stable Environment Is What Terrifies.

They Know Your Name, Address, Telephone Number, Credit Card Numbers, Who Else Is Driving The Car "for Insurance", ... Your Driver's License Number. In The State Of Massachusetts, This Is The Same Number As That Used For Social Security, Unless You Object To Such Use. In That Case, You Are Assigned A Number And You Reside Forever More On The List Of "weird People Who Don't Give Out Their Social Security Number In Massachusetts."

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Why Am I Trying To Become What I Don’t Want To Be … When All I Want Is Out There, Waiting For Me The Minute I Say I Know Who I Am.

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Don't Be Seduced Into Thinking That That Which Does Not Make A Profit Is Without Value.

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A Lot Of My Work Goes To The Center Of Where We Belong--if There Is Any Root To Life -because Nowadays The Family Is Broken Up, And People Don't Live In The Same Place For Very Long.

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The Wedding Of Christianity Or Judaism With Nationalism Is Lethal.

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A Doctor Could Make A Million Dollars If He Could Figure Out A Way To Bring A Boy Into The World Without A Trigger Finger.

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A Man Is Not A Bird, To Come And Go With The Springtime.

Be Liked And You Will Never Want.

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The Closer A Man Approaches Tragedy The More Intense Is His Concentration Of Emotion Upon The Fixed Point Of His Commitment, Which Is To Say The Closer He Approaches What In Life We Call Fanaticism.

Now Hell And Heaven Grapple On Our Backs And All Our Old Pretense Is Ripped Away. Aye, And God's Icy Wind Will Blow.

I Would Be Twenty Before I Learned How To Be Fifteen, Thirty Before I Knew What It Meant To Be Twenty, And Now At Seventy-two I Have To Stop Myself From Thinking Like A Man Of Fifty Who Has Plenty Of Time Ahead.

I Don't Say He's A Great Man. Willie Loman Never Made A Lot Of Money. His Name Was Never In The Paper. He's Not The Finest Character That Ever Lived. But He's A Human Being, And A Terrible Thing Is Happening To Him. So Attention Must Be Paid. He's Not To Be Allowed To Fall In His Grave Like An Old Dog. Attention, Attention Must Finally Be Paid To Such A Person.

If I Have To Be Alone I Want To Be By Myself.

I Love Her Too, But Our Neuroses Just Don't Match.

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The Problem Was To Sustain At Any Cost The Feeling You Had In The Theater That You Were Watching A Real Person, Yes, But An Intense Condensation Of His Experience, Not Simply A Realistic Series Of Episodes.

Part Of Knowing Who We Are Is Knowing We Are Not Someone Else. And Jew Is Only The Name We Give To That Stranger, The Agony We Cannot Feel, The Death We Look At Like A Cold Abstraction. Each Man Has His Jew; It Is The Other.

Let You Look Sometimes For The Goodness In Me, And Judge Me Not.

Just Remember, Kid, You Can Quicker Get Back A Million Dollars That Was Stole Than A Word That You Gave Away.

Controlled Hysteria Is What's Required. To Exist Constantly In A State Of Controlled Hysteria. It's Agony. But Everyone Has Agony. The Difference Is That I Try To Take My Agony Home And Teach It To Sing.

I Know You're No Worse Than Most Men But I Thought You Were Better. I Never Saw You As A Man. I Saw You As My Father.

Well, I Spent Six Or Seven Years After High School Trying To Work Myself Up. Shipping Clerk, Salesman, Business Of One Kind Or Another. And It's A Measly Manner Of Existence. To Get On That Subway On The Hot Mornings In Summer. To Devote Your Whole Life To Keeping Stock, Or Making Phone Calls, Or Selling Or Buying. To Suffer Fifty Weeks Of The Year For The Sake Of A Two-week Vacation, When All You Really Desire Is To Be Outdoors, With Your Shirt Off. And Always To Have To Get Ahead Of The Next Fella. And Still — That's How You Build A Future.

Few Of Us Can Easily Surrender Our Belief That Society Must Somehow Make Sense. The Thought That The State Has Lost Its Mind And Is Punishing So Many Innocent People Is Intolerable. And So The Evidence Has To Be Internally Denied.

It Is My Art. I Am Better At It Than I Ever Was. And I Will Do It As Long As I Can. When You Reach A Certain Age You Can Slough Off What Is Unnecessary And Concentrate On What Is. And Why Not?

Work A Lifetime To Pay Off A House You Finally Own It And There's Nobody To Live In It.

The Culture Of The United States Has Flooded The World. It's The Inevitable Result Of A Powerful Culture, Art. We've Got An Instinctive Touch When It Comes To The Popular Mind Because We've Had No Aristocracy. It Is A Democratic Country. And We Know Without Knowing It, Without Bothering To Understand It, How To Reach Ordinary People, Sometimes With The Most Vulgar, Worthless Junk On The Face Of The Earth, But We Know How To Do It [laughter].

The Need Of Man To Wholly Realize Himself Is The Only Fixed Star.

Because It Is My Name! Because I Cannot Have Another In My Life! Because I Lie And Sign Myself To Lies! Because I Am Not Worth The Dust On The Feet Of Them That Hang! How May I Live Without My Name? I Have Given You My Soul; Leave Me My Name!

After All The Highways, And The Trains, And The Appointments, And The Years, You End Up Worth More Dead Than Alive.

The Witch-hunt Was A Perverse Manifestation Of The Panic Which Set In Among All Classes When The Balance Began To Turn Toward Greater Individual Freedom. The Witch-hunt Was Not, However, A Mere Repression. It Was Also, And As Importantly, A Long Overdue Opportunity For Everyone So Inclined To Express Publicly His Guilt And Sins, Under The Cover Of Accusations Against The Victims.

The Writer Must Be In It; He Can't Be To One Side Of It, Ever. He Has To Be Endangered By It. His Own Attitudes Have To Be Tested In It. The Best Work That Anybody Ever Writes Is The Work That Is On The Verge Of Embarrassing Himself, Always.

The Play Is Really A Kind Of Nightmare. It Ought To Flow Rapidly And Effortlessly From One Moment To Another. In London, We Had Difficulty With The Set, Which Required Too Much Effort To Move Around. Having Gotten The Benefit Of Seeing It Done Once, I Wanted To Work On The Script, To Make It Sharper And More Pointed.

It Occurs To Me That With All The Television People Watch, Most Of Their Acquaintances Are Actors.

There Is A Kind Of Perverse Unity Forming Among Us, Born, I Think, Of The Discontent Of All Classes Of People With The Endless Frustration Of Life.

I Know That My Works Are A Credit To This Nation And I Dare Say They Will Endure Longer Than The Mccarran Act.

People Do Look To Others For Some Leadership, And It's Not Bad For Them To Supply It When They Feel That Way.

More Weight -giles Corey-

He Have His Goodness Now. God Forbid I Take It From Him!

Maybe All One Can Do Is Hope To End Up With The Right Regrets.

A Play Is Made By Sensing How The Forces In Life Simulate Ignorance-you Set Free The Concealed Irony, The Deadly Joke.

The Devil Is Precise; The Marks Of His Presence Are Definite As Stone.

I've Always Made A Point Of Not Wasting My Life, And Every Time I Come Back Here I Know That All I've Done Is To Waste My Life.

The Theater Is So Endlessly Fascinating Because It's So Accidental. It's So Much Like Life.

There Is A Misconception Of Tragedy With Which I Have Been Struck In Review After Review, And In Many Conversations With Writers And Readers Alike. It Is The Idea That Tragedy Is Of Necessity Allied To Pessimism.

Every Time I Am Reading Actors I Can Pretty Well Tell Which Ones Have Studied With Meisner. It Is Because They Are Honest And Simple And Don't Lay On Complications That Aren't Necessary.

You Can't Eat The Orange And Throw The Peel Away - A Man Is Not A Piece Of Fruit.

Nevertheless, One Learned Very Early That Books Had To Be Respected; They Were All Putative Bibles And To Some Small Degree Had A Share In Holiness.

The Best Work That Anybody Ever Writes Is The Work That Is On The Verge Of Embarrassing Him, Always.

The Parochial Snobbery Of These People Was Partly Responsible For Their Failure To Convert The Indians. Probably They Also Preferred To Take Land From Heathens Rather Than From Fellow Christians. At Any Rate, Very Few Indians Were Converted, And The Salem Folk Believed That The Virgin Forest Was The Devil's Last Preserve, His Home Base And The Citadel Of His Final Stand. To The Best Of Their Knowledge The American Forest Was The Last Place On Earth That Was Not Paying Homage To God.

Sometimes...it's Better For A Man Just To Walk Away. But If You Can't Walk Away? I Guess That's When It's Tough.

Those Who Formally Rule Take Their Signals And Commands Not From The Electorate As A Body, But From A Small Group Of Men. This Group Will Be Called The Establishment. It Exists Even Though That Existence Is Stoutly Denied. It Is One Of The Secrets Of The American Social Order... A Second Secret Is The Fact That The Existence Of The Establishment - The Ruling Class - Is Not Supposed To Be Discussed.

Cleave To No Faith When Faith Brings Blood.

Playwriting Is An Oral Art; It's Not An Art Of A Writer Expecting To Be Read But A Writer Expecting To Be Heard.

Few Occasions Are As Joyous To Small Children As Funerals, Almost Better Than The Big Wedding Blowouts That Take Place At Night When It's Hard To Stay Awake. A Small Boy Will Never Be Harshly Criticized At A Funeral; He Is More Treasured As Death Comes Close And All His Wickedness Vanishes Before The Inescapable Fact That Thank God, He Is Healthy.

It Was Not Really Possible To Understand Oneself, Let Alone Another Human Being.

Until An Hour Before The Devil Fell, God Thought Him Beautiful In Heaven.

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